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Animal in Me
~ Solence

Flame

Snowflake looks up at me, those big blue eyes wide and innocent, before his hands slide from my thighs, slowly, hesitantly, up to my crotch. His hands are shaking. Fucking shaking like he's scared to touch me. But he does it anyway. Snow unceremoniously yanks down my zipper, like he's fighting his own hesitation, like his body is moving faster than his brain can tell him no. Which, in my book, isn't a bad thing at all. "Can I really look?" he asks, voice a little breathless as he pulls the zipper down, the sound sending a jolt straight to my groin. I just nod, silent. Too busy watching his slender fingers working on my clothes. Hell yes, Snowflake. You can look all you want, you can do anything you want, as long as you keep touching me like that. When my jeans are unbuttoned, I lift my hips, making it easy for him to pull my pants down. He does it quick. He yanks my pants all the way down to my ankles. Dios mío, he really wants to see me naked, doesn't he? Can't help the grin that stretches across my face. He's excited, almost like he's impatient to see what's underneath, to see my cock, already hard and throbbing, waiting for him. He finally meets my gaze again, a flicker of nervousness in his eyes before his gaze drops, sliding down to my crotch. My cock twitches, straining against the thin fabric of my boxers, a clear, undeniable sign of my arousal. Fuck, I'm so hard it's almost painful.

Snow sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, a nervous habit, as he runs a trembling index finger over the bulge in my boxers, the touch feather-light. But still, a jolt of pure electricity shoots through my body, fuck. He licks his lips, and a low moan rumbles in my chest, escaping before I can stop it. Yeah, Snowflake. Can see it clear as day now. He's just as worked up as I am. His eyebrows twitch in surprise as my cock springs free when he finally pulls down my boxers. He gasps, looking up at me, eyes wide. "Shit," he breathes, voice hushed, reverent, "You're huge." His voice is serious, awed, but I can't help the dark laugh that rumbles in my chest, a sound of pure male pride. "I'm serious," he protests, puffing out his cheeks, a pout forming on his lips. He frowns, and suddenly, he reminds me of a goddamn hamster. He's so fucking cute, yet so undeniably hot at the same time. It's a goddamn mindfuck. I press my lips together, fighting back another laugh, and just nod, silently telling him to keep going.

Snow sighs, but his gaze drops again, for the first time really lingering on my length, taking it in. He frowns again, examining the metal rod in my tip, critical, curious. He looks back up, those blue eyes questioning. "Ouch," he breathes, and my grin widens, predatory. He lowers his gaze again, now focusing on my frenum piercing, his brow furrowed in concentration. Snow presses his lips together, his tongue peeking out to wet them again, as he runs his index finger lightly, experimentally, over the frenum ring. Feel his touch ever so faintly, but can't deny, it feels damn good. Better than any other touch. But maybe it's just 'cause it's him. Or maybe 'cause I'm just fucking primed to explode. And fuck, I was right. His hands are small. Makes my cock look even bigger, even more intimidating. Snow tilts his head, still studying me, and his finger slowly slides up, tracing the length of my shaft, until it reaches my tip. Mierda. His finger leaves a trail of fire, a pleasant, tingling burn that makes me clench my jaw against another moan. He touches the rod in my tip once more, a feather-light caress, then finally, finally, he grins, a small, hesitant curve of his lips, but genuine, real. "Can you feel that?" he asks quietly, his voice just above a whisper, laced with a nervous excitement, a shy anticipation. I grin back, mirroring his smile, and nod slightly, my gaze locked on his, letting him see the raw desire burning in my eyes. "Yes," I tell him, my voice rough, husky, honest, "I can feel... everything you do, Fuego Pequeño."

"And you don't mind me staring?" he asks quietly, those blue eyes still wide, still innocent, but now laced with a new kind of curiosity, a nascent desire. I shake my head again, no hesitation this time. "No," I whisper hoarsely, my voice rough with building need, "Doesn't bother me. You can do... whatever you want, snowflake." His gaze locks onto mine, searching, questioning, for a long, charged moment. "Anything... I want?" he asks suddenly, the words a soft question, but the underlying implication, the unspoken dare, is clear as day. I answer him with a nod, slow, deliberate, letting him see the raw truth in my eyes. "Yes," I breathe, the word escaping my lips in a rush, a breathless surrender. Snow seems to actually think about it for a goddamn second. Because he just stares blankly into my face, those blue eyes unfocused, lost in thought. Then a slow grin spreads across his lips, a mischievous, knowing curve, and he licks his lips, tongue darting out to wet them. Can't say exactly what he's planning, 'cause trying to read Snowflake's mind is like trying to catch smoke. But before I can even try to guess, before I can say a goddamn thing, he lowers his lips to the tip of my cock, slow, deliberate. And kisses it. Lightly.